Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot  Groove is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it  What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing  On my own two, down with my own crew  Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off  When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse  I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight  When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"  An eye for an eye, a life for his wife  Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite  Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct  I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links  And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith  Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage  I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote  Engage in a page, and with words I elope  Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles  Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28  At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones  They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own  It's like that, coming from the go rapper  I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra  So keep on, and you don't, now come on  Ah keep on, and you don't    Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall  And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme  And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged  Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit  Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit  My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"  Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics  That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"  Other studs come through to see what I am up to  They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit  Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look  Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker  Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"  How you going to come off with the style that's thourough?  It's like that, keep on, ha ha  It's like that, keep on    My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock  I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox  Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face  Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race  Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop  You sorry excuse for funk rap  Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that  The real shit's starting to come back  The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack  I started eating cat when I was 10  Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson  I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind  But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty  The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie  But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties  My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline  Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line  I'm slamming, jamming on the one  I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on